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Post by grandma dre on Sept 6, 2019 19:27:40 GMT
โThe point of flight. To get rid of oneself. That was reason enough to fly.โ
โ Colum McCann, TransAtlantic |
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Post by grandma dre on Sept 6, 2019 19:57:43 GMT
 xxx experiment #23074 "eagle"
i. male ii. mind-reading capabilities iii. 22 years iv. hetero โณ Whitecoats: I have made a human-avian hybrid.
Director: You fucked up a perfectly good experiment is what you did.
Look at it. It's got anxiety.
Mason is an anxious mess; isolated from other experiments to test each
batch of Erasers, he's a hell of a fighter but is severely lacking in trust and
social skills. With a desire to be a good person but still figuring himself out,
Mason is quick to shut down. He has recently begun developing mind-reading
capabilities, but he has little control over it and it takes a toll on him. His
powers will grow stronger and more controlled the longer he's out of the School.
golden eagle dna with wingspan of 15 feet; stands at 5'11" |
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Post by grandma dre on Sept 6, 2019 20:49:38 GMT
 xxx experiment #25269 "crow"
i. male ii. teleportation capabilities iii. 25 years iv. bi โณ Genim was cloned from another experiment just two years prior to the
great escape. With slightly superior strength to the original experiment and
a proclivity for rage and violence, Genim killed the original experiment in
cold-blood during what should have been a sparring match to determine
his abilities compared to the original experiment. A budding power of his
is teleportation, though it's incredibly taxing and rather limited.
Genim struggles with the idea of individuality, bearing the knowledge that
he is nothing more than a clone from another experiment. He additionally
struggles with the memory of how little control he has when rage takes
over, as it did when he killed the original experiment.
crow dna with wingspan of 17 feet; stands at 6'2" |
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Post by Gะฝฯัั on Sept 7, 2019 1:44:48 GMT
 xxx experiment #086244 "falcon"
i. female ii. telekinetic capabilities iii. 20 years iv. hetero
Peregrine is a rather unruly being, with a sarcastic tongue and dry sense of
humor to boot. She's got a wit seemingly left intact after years of captivity,
and a nearly eidetic memory. Despite her rather bold demeanor, Peregrine struggles
with a deep sense of loneliness and bouts of depression, and is uncertain of who
she is. Like many in the school she doesn't know how to define herself. She
developed telekinetic powers in her teen years but is a novice in utilizing them
and tires quickly.
peregrine falcon dna with wingspan of ~10 feet; stands at 5'0"
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Post by Gะฝฯัั on Sept 7, 2019 2:04:30 GMT
 xxx experiment #463814 "hawk"
i. male ii. pyrokinetic capabilities iii. 23 years iv. hetero
?
great black hawk dna with wingspan of ~16 feet; stands at 6'0"
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Post by grandma dre on Sept 8, 2019 6:15:56 GMT
โ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โข ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ โ i. male ii. teleportation capabilities iii. 25 years iv. bi โ
---โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ--- โป
There was no difference between up and down. His head spun violently when he tried to stand up, badly enough that he almost keeled over backwards and landed on his ass. It wouldn't be the first time today. It was nauseating, the way the walls warped and the floor seemed to tilt beneath him. His vision was fucked - he could swear that there was a strange shimmer to everything, but maybe it was just the pressure in his eyes. He kept squinting, as if that would correct his vision. His jaw ached. He kept finding that he'd clenched his teeth yet again and the muscles in his neck and jaw protested against the tension.
A hairy, clawed hand grabbed his shoulder, digging into the skin before thrusting him forward. He almost went to his hands and knees, so disoriented was he, but he caught himself at the last minute. He didn't want to touch the ground, where heated coils waited to burn his hands. Blisters had already formed across one palm and three of his fingers and it hurt to curl his hand into a fist. He stumbled into the maze for the fifth or twelfth time, rushing to cover as much ground as he could. He wheeled around corners, using the wall as a rebound to change his direction faster.
Corridor after corridor, dead-ends, different paths. A wall would move unexpectedly and an Eraser would burst forth from the shadows, jaws slavering and claws slicing through the air. Genimโs movements had been deft and purposeful the first three times that an Eraser lunged toward him, quick to block blows and to land a few punches of his own. But the more he was forced through the mazes, the slower his blocking was, the weaker his blows. Exhaustion took over, so by the time that he reached the end of the maze that fifth or twelfth time, he trembled.
His lungs burned and his stomach clenched as he stumbled against the door. He had to clench his jaw, refusing to retch from exertion. A whitecoat scribbled busily on a clipboard before snapping his fingers at some Erasers milling nearby. โTake him to the eastern wing, floor two. Room six.โ The man didnโt look up from his writing as he spoke and the Erasers didnโt wait for Genim to catch his breath before they began shoving him toward the door.
Genim numbly followed where their rough hands guided him, forcing himself to place one foot in front of the other, despite his exhaustion. His feet dragged as if weighed down by chains and weights and his stomach was still unsettled as the hallway warped and shimmered. He didnโt recognize the route, but with how distorted reality felt, he likely wouldnโt have recognized the path to the usual room he was kept in. His mind was so fuzzy that he found himself walking willingly into what could only be described as a large cell, but looked more like a glorified dog kennel. Floor to ceiling, reinforced steel bars and doors with keypads and card swipes awaited.
Genim hardly reacted as the door slammed shut behind him, merely flinching at the sound of the lock as it secured itself, already sinking to the floor, hands bracing on the floor to stabilize himself.
โ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โข ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ โ i. male ii. mind-reading capabilities iii. 22 years iv. hetero โ
---โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ--- โป
The room was frigid - cool and sterile air flowed at a steady rate and the metal table that he was strapped to was like ice. He was completely bare, wrists and ankles secured with Velcro, but his wings remained unbound, though pressed between his back and the table. He was covered in goosebumps, nervously eyeing the whitecoats huddling over a small table nearby, pulling the plunger on a syringe. A whitecoat flicked it, tapping out a few bubbles. They conferred quietly, voices soft enough that he couldnโt understand what was being said.
Mason squirmed, face tight with concentration as the whitecoats wheeled the table closer, drawing one of the prepared syringes up. There was an injection and a few muscles spasmed involuntarily. The whitecoat adjusted the light overhead and Mason flinched back from the glare.
As a second whitecoat swabbed his other arm, preparing for another injection, Mason took his chance, forcing his wings open, bracing himself just enough to free them from where theyโd been trapped. He unfurled his wings as hard as he could, sending one of the whitecoats stumbling back while the other dropped the syringe, grasping onto his wing in an effort to restrain him further. He was still bound to the table, but his effort bought him a few seconds free of testing.
It didnโt last; a sharp tug on his wing in a direction it wasnโt meant to bend forced him to freeze and give up on his struggles. He glared at the whitecoats, certain that he could feel their malicious intentions just by looking at them. โSedate it enough that it wonโt struggle, but I donโt want it unconscious.โ
It. He was an it to them. Nothing more.
Another needle and things were foggy. He didnโt really recall much, drifting in and out of awareness while they did various tests and recorded his vitals. He vaguely recalled a penlight checking his pupil responses, but had no awareness of how time passed.
When he became more aware of his surroundings, he was curled on his side, leaning over the edge of the table as he vomited. A whitecoat watched impassively until he stopped before directing for an intern to clean him up. She was jumpy, jerking and grimacing at any little movement as she dabbed a towel across his skin and then retreated while a whitecoat undid the remaining restraints and dragged him off of the table.
He staggered and his legs splayed, legs not quite able to support him. His head slumped to one side as an Eraser stepped in to grab his other arm. There was an odd, burning pain coursing through his veins and he could feel his pulse in skull and teeth. He was freezing, but sweat curled the hair on his forehead and at the nape of his neck as he slumped against the tile.
He didnโt see that he wasnโt in the crate that he spent most of his time, nor did he see that he was no longer isolated, as he had been for years. |
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Post by Gะฝฯัั on Sept 8, 2019 20:04:07 GMT
 
xxx experiment #086244 "falcon"
i. female ii. telekinetic capabilities iii. 20 years iv. hetero
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โIncrease the speed. Again.โ The white-coatโs voice was as monotone as it usually was, but for some reason it only served to intensify the degree that Peregrineโs anger and frustration was slowly ramping up to. Her lung burned with each breath she drew in, heart beating so fast it was a constant drum in her ears. Her bare feet thudded against the hard, plastic surface of a treadmill. Each inhale caused a spasm to rip through her diaphragm, sending yet another wave of pain washing across her awareness. She couldnโt really see any more; the wall before her had long since faded to an off-white blur that had somewhat recently become decorated with black and gray spots. Each time one of her feet struck the surface of the treadmill her stomach revolted, roiling with nausea and the desire to vomit. She clenched her jaw to suppress the urge, but she wouldnโt be able to for long. Still, she had to try, because if she didnโt the white-coats would get the satisfaction of knowing theyโd gone another day successfully pushing her body to the absolute limit. Peregrine was a prisoner, but she wouldnโt give them the satisfaction of owning her entire body. Nope, sheโd retain control over something, even if it was as something as small as refusing to vomit, no matter how much her body pleaded for it. Her arms scissored at her side in time with the pumping of her legs. A white-coat stepped forward and pressed a button on the treadmill, once again increasing the speed. This time, however, he also increased the incline to 20%. Peregrine was forced to change the position of her body to avoid being thrown violently from the treadmill. She leaned her torso forward, using the balls of her feet and toes to propel her body forward rather than the entirety of her foot surface. Almost reflexively, she unfurled her wings a few inches to stabilize her position a bit more. Her body was slicked with sweat, pale hair coiled against the base of her neck in an unruly bundle. The white-coats looked at her vitals, which were being measured by various leads and devices connected to her body and wrote down whatever they saw there. One of them marveled at what her heart rate had climbed to, which was apparently shocking considering her heart hadnโt yet exploded, though judging by the erratic pounding in her chest, it was getting close. Her mouth was dry, her throat burned like her lungs, and the muscles in her back, chest and abdomen were spasming erratically. โAgain,โ the white-coat said, once more. Somewhere behind Peregrine, a new sound burst through her awareness. A wild sparking and hissing of a cattle-prod. She barely had time to process the sudden appearance of the sound before the device was brutally shoved into her side, right over her rib cage. Electricity arced through her body, sending fire racing through her veins. Of their own accord her muscles seized and locked; her breath froze in her lungs and she nearly choked. In the same instant the treadmill took advantage of her break in pace, catching her feet at the wrong angle to send her hurtling towards the wall behind her. Her arm slammed painfully against the metal bars and she couldโve sworn she heard a crack, just before her cheek struck the running surface and was abraded as she was flung away. Some part of her exhausted mind was still functioning enough to flare her wings wide โ or at least try to, but she wasnโt fast enough. Her right shoulder hit the wall hard enough to be dislocated just before the back of her skull rebounded off the concrete. By some miracle, Peregrine didnโt pass out immediately; darkness rose up to swallow her, but rough hands grabbing and squeezing her injured wrist and pulling her dislocated shoulder was enough to yank her back into consciousness. She didnโt have the energy to do anything but gasp as an Eraser pulled her back to her feet by her bad arm. One of the white-coats came over and, while the Eraser held her still, reduced the dislocation and placed her arm back in its socket. He then inspected her wrist, cruelly grinding and pulling at the bones there. โBroken,โ he said apathetically. Peregrine didnโt make a sound other than the grinding of her teeth as he braced the bones against and splint and tied it just a tad too tight. โTake her back,โ he told the Eraser. โFloor two of the eastern wing, room two.โ The wolfish humanoid dragged her away by her pained shoulder, out of the testing room and down several hallways before tossing her roughly into a glorified dog kennel. Peregrine managed to remain upright by extending her wings a tad and she spun around, glaring at the Eraser as it slammed the door shut, gave her a roguish sneer, and left. Her heart was still beating at an insane rhythm, but her breathing had slowed a bit. Pain was radiating from her entire body and she leaned against the wall, sliding down into a sitting position with her broken wrist cradled against her stomach. She glanced around, taking in her surroundings, and froze. She wasnโt alone.
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Post by grandma dre on Sept 15, 2019 18:07:20 GMT
โ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โข ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ โ i. male ii. teleportation capabilities iii. 25 years iv. bi โ
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There was a ringing silence as the door to the hallway slammed shut behind the Erasers. He almost couldnโt differentiate that with the high-pitched whine in his ears, and his vision was still warped enough that he didnโt try looking around much. He pressed his back against the cool concrete wall; he was smashing his wings with how hard he leaned, but it was a satisfying feeling, a tolerable pain within his control.
The wall was stabilizing, as was the floor that his hands braced against to combat the dizziness of a drug-addled mind. His breathing deepened and his pulse gradually lowered as the walls and floors began to settle. By the time that Genim climbed to his feet again to check everything out, the only thing off about his vision was the faint, dark shimmer at the edges of his vision.
His hands and knees shook with the exertion of standing after hours of running through mazes while drugged, but he still needed to examine his new surroundings. He was starving; the whitecoats had estimated that he needed at least twice the caloric intake of the average human, with an extremely high metabolism burning through calories for his unique system. And yet, he highly doubted that the whitecoats gave him what was needed.
He couldnโt figure out how to get out of the damned cage though. Despite his mid-twenties appearance, he, as a living thing, was only two years old. However, heโd tested with mental capacities within those of the experiment heโd been cloned from, gaining knowledge at a rapid rate. Heโd been given education, enough for the whitecoats to gather a strong profile on human-avian intelligence, but not enough that he could figure out a way to escape from the cage he now stood in.
He pulled his hand back in from where heโd absently been trying to hit buttons on the card swipe and keypad. Nothing interesting had happened, so he turned his attention to the two experiments also locked in the room with him. A male experiment was collapsed on his side across from him, and there was a female one huddled cradling one of her arms. She seemed more alert, more interesting to look at, so Genim blatantly stared. The most fascinating thing to Genim was the fact that, like him, she had wings on her back.
Another human-avian hybrid?
He looked back to the male experiment, seeing the barest hint of brown feathering from his slumped form right up until the experiment seemed to rouse, immediately shrinking to the corner farthest from the other two experiments. A cowardly experiment. Genim turned his attention back to the female, finally breaking the silence.
โYou ever been in this room before?โ He paced around the kennel; there was a surprising amount of space. He could stand upright, pace a few steps each way, and he was certain there was room to stretch his wings out, too. He didnโt do it, just yet though. He kept his crow-black wings pressed tightly against his back, waiting for the female experimentโs assessment of the situation. The male experiment had flinched at the sound of his voice, as if he couldnโt wrap his mind around the presence of intelligence, the ability of speech. Maybe he was a mute or something.
โ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โข ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ โ i. male ii. mind-reading capabilities iii. 22 years iv. hetero โ
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The floor was hard and cold beneath him, sapping away any warmth from his prone form through the thin gown that heโd been wearing. The muscles in his neck were stretched tight, jaws clenched against an odd pressure in his teeth. He feared that his teeth would fall out; he wanted to reach up and hold them in so that wouldnโt happen, but couldnโt coordinate his hands to do as he wanted. He didnโt think heโd moved at all since being dropped on the floor.
His skull throbbed and he squeezed his eyes shut against the dark fog that seemed to threaten for his eyes to pop out. His pulse continued to race, punching through his temples and jaw with every beat of his heart. He lay still so as not to aggravate it, not that he thought he could move anyway.
He wasnโt sure how much time passed, sprawled on the floor in an uncomfortable position, but gradually, he realized he felt a little stronger. He allowed his eyes top crack open, seeing more clearly now. Unfamiliar bars surrounded him. A new room. A different one. Heโd never been held in a different room before, outside of experimenting days.
Was this a new test? He pushed himself into a sitting position, the only thing he really had the energy to do at the moment. He squinted at his surroundings, taking in the sight of floor to ceiling steel bars, concrete walls, and a keypad.
And then he saw something that made his breath catch in his throat and his pulse race. Others. He saw wings, and defiance, and hurt, but mostly, he saw that he wasnโt alone like heโd thought. For his whole life, heโd been alone, secluded in a single room, with only whitecoats and Erasers for company. Heโd been used for testing the capabilities of each new batch of Erasers, finding their flaws and recognizing their strengths. Heโd known that other experiments existed, sure. How many times had he and some pitiful-looking creature been turned out into the Yard to be hunted by the Erasers? Heโd seen different experiments, but never ones so human-looking as him, and never ones with wings like his.
He didnโt understand the sudden change, why he was suddenly in a room with two other similar experiments, and he was surprised when the silence was broken from the other male experiment. He was capable of speech, but his attention was on the female experiment. That suited him fine. He didnโt want the attention drawn on him.
A door leading to the hallway opened again, with three Erasers padding in. Mason didnโt miss the gleam of excitement in oneโs eye as it shoved a tray of food into his cage. โEat quickly, little Eagle. Weโre on a tight schedule.โ
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Post by Gะฝฯัั on Sept 15, 2019 22:01:01 GMT
xxx experiment #086244 "falcon"
i. female ii. telekinetic capabilities iii. 20 years iv. hetero
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โIncrease the speed. Again.โ Silence permeated the room for quite some time.
The other two beings in the room were out for the count when Peregrine first noticed them, but that didnโt necessarily surprise her. Sheโd been experimented on for quite some time, so it wasnโt a stretch to extrapolate that theyโd undergone something similar to her. The cage directly to her right and the cage across from her were both occupied by what appeared to be males. The one in front of her also had wings, just like her, which was sort of shocking. Sheโd seen other experiments from a distance but hadnโt noticed many that were winged. Both were sprawled in their cage โ one was against the wall while the other was curled in a fetal position on the floor - clearly still incapacity by whatever theyโd experienced, so Peregrine took the time to study them carefully.
Every detail she observed was stored away in her long-term memory, but that came with the territory of being eidetic in nature. It came in handy sometimes, but it also meant that Peregrine never forgot a thing. Finally, after a few moments, the creature in front of her began to move. Peregrine remained still, emerald-gold eyes tracking each of the experimentโs movements as he finally pushed himself to his feet, using the wall to stabilize himself. He moved across the cell to fuss with the keypad, although he was unsuccessful in getting anything to happen. Well, of course he was โ he was using the wrong code. Sheโd seen the Erasers type the codes into the cages before, and while they mostly different, they usually only differed at one digit โ the first or the last. It wouldnโt be terribly difficult to ascertain what the code was, since the only possible digits were zero through nine.
He gave up and turned to study his companions, which included Peregrine. She didnโt speak or move but met his gaze rather unflinching. She wasnโt one to cower, even in situations where she was uncomfortable or uncertain. The other experiment โ the one to her right โ stirred as well, but almost immediately drug himself to the far corner of his cage to get as far away from Peregrine and the other male as possible. It was as Peregrine turned her head to watch this male that the other one finally shattered the silence and spoke.
โYou ever been in this room before?โ Peregrine cocked her head to the side at the question, seeming to ponder if for a moment. Another experiment that looked like her, and was also capable of language. Fascinating, and also somewhat relieving. She wasnโt the only one, and that meant she shared some sort of kinship with the other person, whether that be legitimately familial lineage or a spiritual kinship. She wasnโt entirely sure what the words meant but sheโd heard the white-coats talking about lineage and inheritance and what-have-you before.
โNo,โ she finally said. She shifted her position, crossing her legs beneath her. Almost of their own accord her wings unfurled slightly, although her shoulder protested the movement. The cool air against her back felt nice, however, so she opened them a few inches more. Since Peregrineโs human chromosomal DNA had been transformed and infected with avian DNA โ two-percent of her genome had been modified, in fact, if the white-coats were to be believed โ she was somewhere in between human and bird, although she was closer to human than a bird. Peregrineโs DNA had been transformed with that of a peregrine falconโs, and the coloration of her wings reflected that. The tope of her wings were dark in color, nearly black, but the underside was decorated with a banding pattern, alternating between browns and whites. The ends of her wings tapered off into points, which the peregrine falcon was noted for. It was this wing shape that made the peregrine falcon the fastest bird alive, allowing it to reach speeds of up to two-hundred and twenty miles per hour in a dive.
โBut the locks are all the same.โ Before she could continue the door suddenly swung open, and three Erasers marched in. One went to each experimentโs cage and dropped a tray of food on the floor, sliding it to the avian hybrids. Peregrine met the Eraserโs gaze boldly as it sneered at her. โBig day today, birdie. Better eat your veggies.โ With that, the Eraser turned and marched off.
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Post by grandma dre on Sept 24, 2019 18:52:45 GMT
โ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โข ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ณ๐ฐ๐ธ โ i. male ii. teleportation capabilities iii. 25 years iv. bi โ
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The female experiment seemed to register surprise for a split second when Genim spoke, and he was no less relieved when she spoke in turn, answering his question. It was reassuring and unnerving at the same time that this room was new to them. It was common, unknown ground between them. When the other experiment made a comment about the locks all being the same, he frowned, perplexed. He had little time to dwell on exactly what she meant, though as the Erasers swung in and shoved trays of food in.
Genim didn't make a move for the tray until the Erasers had shuffled back out with a couple of taunts and jeers, regarding the food on it with cautious interest. "I don't know about you, but this is a big difference from what I normally eat." It looked almost appetizing, and the food was actually warm. Genim didn't bother to use the plastic fork provided, scooping up some rice with his hand. "Do you reckon this is poisoned?" He highly doubted it; frankly the idea of moving them all to cages in the same room just to kill them with poisoned food seemed to be too much work.
"Ah, fuck it. If I die, at least I don't have to deal with this bullshit anymore. Am I right?" Without waiting for a response, Genim shoveled the rice into his mouth, unmindful to mess. He chewed for a few moments before nodding, impressed. "It's not bad at all." He didn't taste anything off, and it didn't immediately harm him, so he began to eat with gusto, realizing how hungry he actually was. And, the more that he ate, the more stable he felt. The dizziness began to dissipate along with the shakiness that had plagued him for most of the day.
He finished everything off on his plate swiftly, desperate to finish his meal before it could have a chance of being taken away before leaning against the back wall of his cage, still nibbling on an apple core. "So, what do they call you? Or what do you answer to, or whatever?" He still only kept his attention on Peregrin, even though by this point, the male experiment had also begun picking at the food on his tray.
"They call me Crow, but one of the whitecoats calls me Genim sometimes." He supposed that the second name sounded nicer; it wasn't a generalization just because he had the DNA of a crow infused into his own genes and he heard it so rarely that being called it didn't make his blood run cold like it did with the Erasers on occasion.
The door opened again abruptly and Genim just caught himself from flinching as the door crashed against the wall with a loud bang. The Erasers looked agitated, with several coming in together, clicking teeth and glaring. "Time for the little birdies to go to the birdbath." One of them spoke up as he swiped a card against Genim's lock and punched in a series of numbers. Genim didn't immediately spring for the door; waiting until the Eraser barked out the order to leave. As he sidled past the Eraser and out of his cage, Genim grinned maliciously.
"I'm sorry, did you say you mutts were here to give us sponge baths?" The swift punch to the gut that made him double over for a second, coughing, was so worth the expression on the Eraser's face. He was shoved toward the door as the other Erasers began unlocking the other doors.
"Try anything and you'll get tased so hard, you'll be roast chicken." The Eraser shot him a dark look and Genim laughed. "Wolfy, I don't think that's how it works, but what the hell? Maybe I'll play along and see what happens."
โ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ โข ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ข๐จ๐ญ๐ฆ โ i. male ii. mind-reading capabilities iii. 22 years iv. hetero โ
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The quiet didn't last long and Mason watched the other experiments warily, half-expecting them to try attacking despite being just as trapped as he was. He didn't move from his hunched position against the back of his age. Even if he had wanted to, he didn't think he had the energy to do much. He remained quiet, but his dull brown eyes flickered between Peregrine and Genim as they spoke.
The return of the Erasers heralded the scent of food and Mason grimaced as his stomach churned. The food was shoved into his kennel and he delicately nudged the tray a few inches farther away, watching until the Erasers slipped back out. The other male experiment was quick to snatch up the food from his tray and Mason closed his eyes, unable to watch. Still, the need for food was warring with the nausea caused by the cocktail of drugs in his system and Mason eventually picked up a piece of bread, nibbling at the edge of it. For him, the food tasted like ash. It was hard to swallow, but he forced himself to eat the remaining bit of his bread, even if only to regain a little strength.
And it worked, to an extent. Having food in his system bolstered his spirits a little, and he looked a touch more alert as he examined his surroundings. He remained sitting, but abruptly turned his attention to the hallway door expectantly, and moments later, it crashed open as several Erasers poured into the room, barking orders and opening their cage doors. Mason merely blinked at the Erasers as his door was opened, refusing to comply when told to come out. Instead, he remained in his huddled position at the back, merely kicking a leg out to send the tray and most of the contents skittering across the floor.
The Eraser holding his gate open bared his teeth and stepped inside, knocking the tray out of his way as he swooped to snatch Mason up by the arm. He was roughly dragged to his feet and shoved against the wall, with the Eraser's teeth inches from his nose. "When I say to get up and come out, I expect you to listen."
Mason grimaced at the claws digging into his shoulder from the Eraser's grip, but lifted his chin stubbornly. "I know your flaws, Model EOS640." His voice was rough from disuse and laced with hostility. The Eraser didn't say anything in response, merely shoving him toward the door hard enough that he stumbled, catching himself narrowly from face-planting against the gate's bars. Mason almost hoped that he'd get pitted against this particular Eraser in the Yard later; he'd make sure that this Eraser was put in its place. |
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Post by Gะฝฯัั on Oct 17, 2019 0:00:15 GMT
xxx experiment #086244 "falcon"
i. female ii. telekinetic capabilities/pain induction (?) iii. 20 years iv. hetero
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Peregrineโs green-gold eyes watched as the Eraser left the room, before sliding towards the tray of food sitting in front of her now. She sniffed slightly, but didnโt move forward for another moment. The male experiment in front of her picked up a bowl of rice and inspected it, frowning. โI donโt know about you, but this is a big difference from what I normally eat.โ Understatement, Peregrine thought to herself. The food smelled so good that she was actively warring with herself not to lurch forward and shovel it into her mouth. Her stomach roiled with a desperate hunger, the pain from her broken wrist and injured shoulder all but forgotten. โDo you reckon this is poisoned?โ It was entirely possible, but Peregrine didnโt think so. Seemed to be too much trouble for them to try and poison her, when all they needed to do was sic an Eraser on her. The wolfish men seemed to enjoy the hunt and would hardly need any convincing to destroy another experiment.
The other experiment gave up his internal battle. โAh, fuck it. If I die, at least I donโt have to deal with this bullshit anymore. Am I right?โ With that, he promptly began to shovel food into his mouth, creating quite the mess. When he didnโt immediately keel over and vomit or show any other signs that the food was tampered with, Peregrine inched closer to the tray before her and plucked a piece of bread free. She took a small bite, chewed and swallowed and waited a few seconds. Nothing happened, and no adverse effects seemed to occur, so she gave up with her own internal battle as well and began to eat with gusto. The food sat in her belly, warm and comforting in a way, and served to help dull more of the pain in her body. Within moments the food was gone, and she felt a pang of grief at the sight of the empty tray. She was studying the silvered surface when the other male experiment spoke again. โSo, what do they call you?โ he prompted. โOr what do you answer to, or whatever?โ
She cocked her head to the side, green-gold eyes studying the male for a moment before he continued. โThey call me Crow, but one of the whitecoats calls me Genim sometimes.โ Crow โ that explained the midnight black coloration of his wings, but the other name was a bit more pleasing to the senses. She repeated the name, testing the syllables out. Genim. It fit him somehow โ what little she knew of him, anyway.
โFalcon,โ she said after another moment passed. โOr Peregrine.โ She preferred the latter, but the former had fewer syllables and was seemingly easier to say. She opened her mouth to speak again but the door to the room suddenly swung open and several Erasers poured in. She bared her straight white teeth in a feral smile, gaze sliding from Genim to the now-open door.
Peregrine tensed, clenching the fist on her uninjured hand. The tips of her fingers and her palm started to tingle with an odd sensation, but she wasnโt sure what it was. Two of the Erasers approached her cage and unlocked it with a series of numbers Peregrine committed to memory. The larger of the two sneered at her and stepped into the kennel, reaching forward to grab Peregrine by her arm. He jerked her to her feet roughly and she let out a hiss, slapping him with her free hand. That tingling sensation seemed to intensify for a heartbeat before it dispersed, the instant her skin met the Eraserโs. Almost instantly he let go, letting out a bark of surprise. He shook his hand and glared at her, muttering something about static electricity before he grabbed her again and yanked her forward, dragging her from the kennel. Peregrine hissed and bared her teeth as she was pulled along. The other two experiments were also dragged from their cages, but Genim just laughed at something an Eraser said. Peregrine gave him a curious look; when he began to comply Peregrine followed suit, although she carefully watched each movement the Erasers made.
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